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It’s kinda funny, if you think about it, how everything that I have in my life and in my world today, is the result of the broken promises of yesterday. My Kid. The result of the promise to myself not … Continue reading →

I came across this the other day, on Amanda Sevasti’s blog. A post listing a few short differences between Jozi and Cape Town drivers. One of the points that struck me: “Traffic circles: I keep getting hooted at when I … Continue reading →

So I may have mentioned a while back (probably on Twitter) that my Kid asked me – in the shower one day – where my willy was. You know, because we’d done the whole learn the parts of your body … Continue reading →

So last night. On the way home. At the Chinese restaurant at the shopping centre near my house, I opened a R3.80* fortune cookie and it told me: “your heart’s yearnings will come true.” Reassurance. A small sliver of hope. … Continue reading →

No matter what kind of success I achieve personally, it can never match anything close to the pride I feel, every time he achieves something new. His first puzzle. Despite the fact that it’s a puzzle that consists of only … Continue reading →

Some lessons I’ve learned from being in a relationship. 1. Pride. Is what’s hurt when you feel unappreciated. Pride is what bothers you when you realised you just caused yet another argument for no good reason, without even fucking thinking … Continue reading →

This weekend I was lucky enough to be invited to the wedding of the century. Everyone’s favourite they-met-on-the-interwebs couple tied the knot this weekend, and I must say – it was a very glorious, decadent affair in purple, red and … Continue reading →

Is 4:20. Not for the reasons you think. It’s usually the time we arrive at the park. I collect The Kid from his daymother just before 4 and then we go home to collect The Boyfriend, and we head out … Continue reading →

….putting the two of us together.* We couldn’t be more dissimilar if we tried: I’m laidback, easy-going, a wee bit lazy, scatter-brained and self-centred. He’s none of these things. He looks after me: makes sure I have petrol in my … Continue reading →